Historic maps of Hindringham and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hindringham maps
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Hindringham area books
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Memories of Hindringham
I used to live at Barney, near Hindringham. I lived there from when I was born to when I moved to Norwich in 1973, if anyone remembers me please get in touch.
BIRTHDAY/FUN THINGS I LOVE
It was February 10th 1999 I was born, it was 8:35am. My mom is Alixes Tuthill, my dad is John Tuthill the 5th. I am 10 years old right now, in 5th grade, Ms Schoreder's class, and my memory is of when I was 6 years old and I started cheerleading for the first time and fell in love with it. I am now going on my 5th year and it still is fun. I can't wait for people to be a cheerleader like me, it's lots of FUN.
The Long Family, Hindringham
I have been researching my family history and have traced the family tree back to Robert Long, born in Hindringham in 1798. I would be interested to hear from anyone who has been carrying out genealogical research into the same family. David Long.
The Long Family - Hindringham
Although not from Hindringham myself, I am the last of the Long family, who for many generations lived in Hindringham. My Grandfather Alex, Great Aunt May, and Great Uncle Ezra were just a few of my family, who, no doubt, will still be remembered by some of the Hindringham residents. Great Aunt May was a difficult lady at times! Although with much sadness in her life, it is understandable. I have done much research and I would love to hear from anyone, that knew my family. Please contact: Susan, email address : firstname.lastname@example.org
My Childhood Years
Hi everyone, I'd like to say that I spent a great deal of time in Hindringham when I was growing up. I had 2 sets of grandparents who lived there and2 aunts and cousins Alfred and Laura Martins and Eva and Billy Howell, an Aunt Enid, Aunt Milly and many cousins. I rememeber the walks from The Elms to Bale Road in the dark and being scared to death as we lived in a town where it was all lit up. I remember the old shop and the bakery and everyone laughing at my accent as it was more Londoner. I was christened in St Martin's Church and have many relations there. If anyone knows of my family please contact me on: email@example.com
My Memories of Hindringham
I was born in Hindringham to Eva and John (Jack) Smith and attended the village school (the one at the foot of Church Hill). The principal was Miss Flood and the infant teacher Miss McDonald. My mother ran the village shop (this is now a B & B and prior to this the Post Office - run and owned by my eldest sister Florence). Dad had a smallholding near Field House. The shop was often a meeting place for young and not so young. Mum would open up at seven'ish in the mornings for the newspapers and supplied paper rounds to Binham and Thursford. Hardware, oil, paraffin, cigarettes, confectionary and soft drinks were also sold and Mum owned two petrol pumps for the sale of petrol which used to be pumped by hand. The village had its own bakery (Mr Gaskin) postman ('Sausage' Martin), Vicar (Mr Kewely and then Mr Tugwell), coal supplier (Howard Bros), grocery shop (Mr Temple) and Mr Guymer would sell groceries from his horse and cart.... Read more
Bale During The Second World War
Hi. After being bombed out three times during 1940 my mother moved my family to Bale in 1941. We lived at no 2 Bale in those days, the last house on the right as you walk through the village, it had a well outside, as well as some coal sheds and an outside toilet, and a fantastic vegetable garden with an apple tree in the middle. I remember starting school at the old Gunthorpe school, about a mile away, and some local children trying their best to get me there, I was only 5 years old. I also remember an old gentleman who we called 'Father Christmas', he used to cut our hair, and roll apples down the road for us to run after. During the summer holidays I was often seated aloft of the thrashing machine as it cut the wheat and spat it out in sheaves, we helped the local farmer for most of our holidays. My mother had a friend by the name of Joyce, I believe,... Read more